WHERE DEATH NOW STANDS

The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…

UNNOTICED

My fictional poem below is inspired by a true story where a woman was found in her home after being dead for six years.  HOW?  They said nobody noticed due to automatic bill pay.  WHAT?  Saddens me greatly.  I am sorry… you were unnoticed. She never left her home Neighbors mowed her yard I thought…

PAINTING OVER MEMORIES

I have a few duet partners I love and Shruti is one of them.     Written by PassionWriting and HastyWords   I wish thoughts of you would disappear Like heavy particles evaporating in air You left me standing alone and confused You never looked back, you never cared   I thought I would not…

INTO THE ABYSS

If anyone could catch a glimpse of someone else’s soul and then write about it, it would be this girl. Not only is she beautiful but she is driven, passionate and smart. See for yourself by visiting Jen LeFever with ThinkSpeakTryst Written by ThinkSpeakTryst and HastyWords In the shadows of the city The shades of…